I remember that in order to save Ye Yanran, she injected her own blood into the Destiny Astrolabe, and when her drop of blood merged with Ye Yanran's, it became a drop of golden blood.
Although the black-clothed men's sorcery is extremely complicated and vicious, the final result is exactly the same.
What is the reason for this
One after another, the men in black cut their wrists, and blood gushed into the pool of blood like a fountain.
Judging from the violent trembling on their bodies, it was obvious that they were in great pain, but their singing voices became more and more high-pitched, appearing sick and weird.
Mu Hanyan suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar. When he thought about it carefully, he had seen similar altars before when the Guiyu clan was wiped out last time. Although the altar of the Guiyu clan was much smaller than the one in front of him, She also couldn't see the scene where they cast their magic spells, but it shouldn't make much difference, presumably.
But at that time, the Guiyu clan was under his sword, and the body was also taken away by Yun Qianmo. How could the sorcery of the Guiyu clan appear here
"You demons heretics, dare to harm the descendants of my Xia family, I will fight with you." Xia Youchen's heartbroken cry of grief came from afar.
Mu Hanyan and the others were all shocked by the weird scene around the altar, and it was only then that they came back to their senses. Looking up, they saw Xia Youchen's angry eyes widening, and the long sword in his hand was slashing wildly like crazy. Time passed, and Xia Youchen's strength finally returned to the level of a great swordsman, but at this time, his body was covered in blood, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
More than a dozen sword masters also wearing black sword robes and black veils surrounded them. The strength of these people is obviously inferior to Xia Youchen, and the strongest is no more than the seventh rank of sword master. Under Xia Youchen's attack like a mad tiger, they were also covered in sword wounds, but what is surprising is that there were only a little bloodshot from the wounds, and no blood spewed out, and their combat power, It was not affected in the slightest.
Sword Spirit Puppet! Mu Hanyan's heart trembled slightly.
When she was at Feilai Peak last time, she encountered a dead soul sword slave sacrificed by Miss Zhao Si with the remains of a strong man. The sword spirit puppet is somewhat similar to the dead soul sword slave, but it is sacrificed by a living person , although also lost self-awareness, but the strength will not be affected in the slightest, far stronger than the Necromancer Sword Slave. Of course, it is also much more cruel.
It is precisely because the technique of sacrificing necromancers is too cruel and strange that it was strictly prohibited by the countries of the Holy Court many years ago, and the method of sacrificing was lost because of this.
I didn't expect to see the sword spirit puppet here.
Looking at the old woman on the altar, Xia Youchen's eyes were about to burst, and he suddenly jumped into the air, throwing off the sword spirits surrounding him, and rushed towards the altar.
Several sword spirit puppets stood up to block without hesitation. Although Xia Youchen was far stronger than them, they couldn't see the slightest awe and fear in their eyes, and they seemed so empty and indifferent.
With a wave of Xia Youchen's long sword, the sharp sword light swept across their chests heavily, and several of them were sent flying by him like kites with broken strings. But it was just this moment of delay, several icy sword blades slashed on his back, and blood sprayed out.
Xia Youchen staggered and fell to the ground, surrounded by more than a dozen sword spirit puppets again, and those sword spirit puppets who had just been split by him also stood up, although their chests were bloody and they could even see the dense Bone, but judging from the action, the combat power has not been affected in any way.
This is also the frightening part of the sword spirit's stupor. Not only is its strength intact, but it also knows no pain, no fear, and even retains its spiritual wisdom, but it has lost its self-awareness.
Dozens of long swords slashed at Xia Youchen at the same time. Although his strength had returned to the level of a great swordsman, he was covered in bruises and almost exhausted. Facing a group of sword spirit puppets who were tireless and fearless at all Stiff, it is hard to resist.
Of course, Mu Hanyan would not just watch Xia Youchen die in front of her eyes, and with a clear drink, she flew towards Xia Youchen first.
"Nine days, the stars fall." Mu Hanyan shouted.
The five sword spirit puppets raised their heads stiffly, and blocked their long swords at the same time.
Han Xiaojian Senhan's sword light slashed across, and several people flew out at the same time.
Although Mu Hanyan did not use the five major magic tools, Mu Hanyan is a genuine great sword master. It stands to reason that these sword spirits are not as strong as the sword masters of the sixth and seventh ranks, and it is enough to block this sword. The shattered meridians are broken, and there is absolutely no possibility of survival.
However, the sword light passed by, but only left a deep gash more than a foot long on their chest ribs. The wound was deep enough to see the bone, but still no drop of blood gushed out.
Beside, Huayue and others also displayed their innate supernatural powers at the same time, and the sword lights flickered, and the other sword spirit puppets were also shocked back. After a while, even Mu Hanyan couldn't kill them. With the strength of the ninth and eighth masters, it is even more impossible to cause fatal damage to these sword spirit puppets.
Those sword spirit puppets only took a few steps back, and immediately continued to attack Xia Youchen with sword wounds covered in flesh and bones, turning a blind eye to Mu Hanyan and the others. This is another frightening aspect of Sword Spirit's stupor. Once it receives an order to attack, it will never stop unless its vitality is completely cut off, even if it has only one breath left.
At this time, Xia Youchen was filled with grief and anger, coupled with the excessive blood loss after the injury, his sanity was a little confused, seeing the sword spirit puppet attacking again, he laughed loudly, and attacked head-on, it was obvious that he was putting life and death at risk Don't go too far, just want to die with the other party.
"Oh..." At this moment, a shadow of a beast swept past like a whirlwind, and Xiao Qiongqi had already rushed into the battle circle.
At this time, Xiao Qiongqi was burning with anger, his hair stood on end, and his whole body swelled up like puffing up. That graceful and domineering figure stood proudly, as if the legendary beast god descended, guarding Xia Youchen's side.
Sword shadows flickered all around, interweaving into a sword net and enveloping.
Mu Hanyan asked herself, if she was caught in such a sword net, if she didn't rely on her strength to forcibly suppress her, she might not be able to avoid it by relying only on her body skills. The body spun rapidly like a top, and then spun along a beautiful and strange arc.
All the long swords that were slashed at it passed by it, missing the slightest bit. However, its two claws danced quickly, and with the rotation of its body, it released a series of powerful wind blades, like a terrifying storm of air blades.
"Chi Chi Chi Chi..." In the soft sound, wind blades slashed across the sword spirit's stiff body. Although there was still no trace of blood gushing out, they left a series of aggressive wounds on their bodies, even The whole piece of flesh was peeled off, and then cut into pieces by the dense wind blades, which fell like raindrops.
Mu Hanyan's stomach contracted for a while, and she almost couldn't spit it out.